He sits alone bouncing between cell phone and sampler platter with seasoned accuracy.
His hair is peppered with silver, combed back neatly behind the ears.
A chrome rimmed monocle adorns his left eye.
(Yep. A monocle).
And with a hoist of his rocks glass he welcomes us as we belly up to the bar.
What can I getcha? Asks the daintily framed bartender, her foreign accent adding an element of mystique to an otherwise girlish charm.
Two Miller Lites please.
And a pair of dinner menus.… Read More...